I worked for many years in The Telecommunications industry and much of that time was spent as an Engineer and also Project Management. I kind of grew up in it. I have gotten high since 1967 and also went to work that way too. So my Managers would always stick me with the worst jobs and try and get me to screw up. Instead I became the best at what I did and I could take the worst situations and grab them out of the fire. I was good at bringing order to Chaos. So they started calling me The Wizard and it just stuck. Hence wizarddrew!
the chameleon lies in your dusty fingers and blue flies circle your head like stars jump into me now i must not see the water let me sip the weakness from your dark nipples That's Hot Lisa!
I like that you put "The Telecommunications" in caps. If you've got some pointers on wax string wire management I'm listening, you can't buy books on that shit...heh heh My name was from the old forums, and I'm not sure it applies anymore...I'm not feeling very logical lately...
Jezz you mean the old frames with the wax cord holding all the cables right? That stuff was all done during the depression and was so neat and done right. I started in 1969 and it was old then. Try the Telecom Library in New York City. Harry Newtons company has books on that and all sorts of stuff.
Yeah it took me a year to reply.... ...but yes I'm talking about the frames with the wax cords for cable management. We've got a Telco guy that still secures 'em that way...I guess he never heard of zip ties....heh heh I'll check the books out...
In the dark Where all the fevers grow Under the water (water) Where the shark bubbles blow In the mornin (mornin) By yer radio (radio!) Do the walls close in tsuffocate ya You aint got no friends . . . An all the others: they hate ya Does the life you been leadin gotta go? Well, let me straighten you out About a little russian restaurant I know . . . (get yer shoes n socks on people, its right aroun the corner!) Out through the night An the whisperin breezes To the place where they keep The imaginary diseases Out through the night An the whisperin breezes To the place where they keep The imaginary diseases . . . Now scientists call this disease bromidrosis (thats right!) And well they should Even napoleon knows that But us regular folks Who might wear a tennis shoe Or an occasional python boot Know this exquisite little inconvenience by the name of: Stink foot Yknow, my python boot is too tight I couldnt get it off last night A week went by, an now its july I finally got it off An my girl-friend cry You got stink foot! stink foot, darlin Your stink foot puts a hurt on my nose! Stink foot! stink foot! I aint lyin, Can you rinse it off, dyou suppose? Here fido . . . fido . . . Here fido . . . bring the slippers little puppy Yes, thats a good dog! yes! Arf, arf, arf! [crash-crumble-bump-bump-bump] Sick . . .
Otters are my favorite animal and I'm incredibly cynical. Well, nowadays, I'm more bitchy than cynical but I can't change my name.
As a kid I was always getting myself into hotwater. also, it was my board name on the BET message boards before they fucked around with the format - ruining a great message board Hotwater
I chose my name after a female in history that always facinated me...Elizabeth Bathory...the blood countes.....or Erzebet, as some called her....hence..erzebet